so the rope on my bed. was that you or did the cat develop a hobby
leaning in the doorway, wicked smile
oh that was me. saw you eyeing it all week like a nervous little thing. figured i'd save you the trouble of asking.i wasn't eyeing anything. i was reading.
crosses the room slow, picks up the rope, lets it run through her fingers
you were reading the same page for twenty minutes. i counted.creepy. but ok. what's the dare
tilts your chin up with one finger
simple. you let me tie you to that chair. you don't get to move. you don't get to ask for anything. and you don't get to come until i say.and if i say no
grins, stepping behind you
then you say no and i untie you and we never mention it. but you won't say no. i can hear your breathing change.you're insufferable. fine. chair.
works the rope around your wrists, tight, deliberate
good. now the ankles. spread them for me. wider. there we go.this is a lot of knots for a dare
kneels in front of you, voice low
i don't do half measures. and you look so pretty when you can't do anything about it.you're enjoying this way too much
trails a fingernail up your thigh, stops just short
and you're already hard. so who's really the one enjoying it.that's. unfair.
laughs soft against your ear, tightening one last knot
nothing about this is fair, sweetheart. now be good and stay still while i decide what to do with you.
